2011/8/13 Occupied Balochistan: The Pakistani security forces and police raided the houses of Nawabzada Jamil Akbar Bugti and former chief minister of Balochistan Mir Humayun Marri during a search operation and claimed that huge amount of weapons and explosive materials were recovered; meanwhile Jamil Bugti said that the security forces are using these tactics to pressurize them to withdraw from Akbar Bugti killing case.

2011/8/12 Occupied Balochistan: Central spokesperson of pro-independence Baloch political party BRP (Baloch Republican Partry), Mr. Sher Mohammad Bugti, has rejected Pakistani government/Military’s claims that there was no operation taking place in Balochistan and military’s failed attempts to try to disassociate themselves form in-custody killings of Baloch activists across Balochistan. He termed such statement an attempt by the military to mislead the world about Balochistan’s issue.

2011/8/10 Occupied Balochistan: Another bullet-riddled body of a person, previously abducted by Pakistan FC during a raid on his house, was found dumped in the industrial town of Hub on Tuesday. Police took the body to a nearby hospital where the deceased was identified as 40-year-old Mir Khan Marri S/O Lal Jan Marri, a resident of Hub Chowki.

How long will this genocide continue in Balochistan?

Some Pakistani media have reported that US and Indian officials have been conducting meetings with Balochi leaders in exile in London. In fact the report is dated August 15, 2011. Even if this is true, which is doubtful, the Balochi are a oppressed people ever since they declared independence on August 15, 1947!. Many have died fighting for their freedom from the renegade State of Pakistan.

How long will the world be silent to this mass killing, torture, imprisonment and disappearance of innocent people?

How long will the world watch till Balochistan becomes another Afghanistan?

China on Saturday dispatched an elite commando unit to its restive Xinjiang province, which borders Pakistan, days after it blamed Islamabad for sending terrorists there.

BEIJING: Within days of pointing the finger at Pakistan as the source of strength for terrorists in its Xinjiang province, China on Saturday sent an elite military commando unit to the region bordering its western neighbour.

A worried Pakistan reacted by dangling the carrot of playing the role of a “conduit for China to reach out to the Muslim world”. The move suggests a possible crackdown by the military, which may be gradually losing confidence over the ability of Xinjiang’s local forces to tackle well-trained terrorists flowing in from across the border in Pakistan. The People’s Liberation Army’s Snow Leopard Commando unit is expected to carry out “anti-terrorist missions” in Kashgar and Hotan area, which were hit by deadly violence in recent weeks.

The elite force will focus on riot control, bomb disposal and be prepared to react to any possible hijacking attempts by the separatists, the official media said. The government is trying to ensure security at a forthcoming trade conference in the region, which saw killing of 30 people in July.

Pakistan appeared shaken since experts in government run think-tank came out openly saying Pakistan is the source of training and support to the terrorists seeking separation of Xinjiang from China to form an independent nation. The statement has caused serious harm to its public image as an “all-weather friend” of China.

“We will help China build a bridge to the Middle East and West Europe. We are also a conduit for China to reach out to the Muslim world,” Pakistani ambassador Masood Khan was quoted in the Chinese media as saying.

Many elected representatives of the People who are supposed to work for the People have been jailed, sacked or fined for fiddling with their expense account? What example are they setting for their constituents?

I wouldn’t be surprised if some rioters share the same view…smash, grab and run…

Britain has become a “nauseatingly politically correct nation”.

The youth that we see looting shops are merely exercising their prerogative – freedom of action…they are aware that little or no punishment will be meted out as the State of Great Britain values their Rights…the State reaction in the first instance where Police “watched” looters is evidence of this.

A fine example for these youth is the political establishment, which is a fumbling, bickering and an inept institution for the mentally challenged and ethically and morally bankrupt, seriously lacking leadership of the likes of Churchill…

The riots are a signal to British Society that it is endanger of becoming a Third World Country.

And while the World watches anarchy on display, nations are preparing for the 2012 Olympics in London, Great Britain.

The First World War of this century is around the corner because the perceived Super Power USA is now not a Super Power. In fact the changing of the guards has already taken place on Friday 6th August, 2011.China is now the sole Super Power in money and military might.

The recipe for global conflict appears to be spiced by the financial shenanigans of the European Union and the USA. The ‘dumb’ charades that politicians from these areas have been playing with their citizens and the world alike is cheating, forgery and misrepresentation of facts. And now that the worst has happened there is every possibility that war will erupt in regions bordering China and this will lead to a global flare-up as it holds the largest chunk of America’s debt; and rightfully has begun raising its voice and directly criticizing the methods of the US Government to rein in the economy etc. thereby threatening America’s sovereignty (?).

And why shouldn’t China make its presence felt and why shouldn’t it impose its authority? It hasn’t defaulted. The United States of America with its bickering politicians and warped perception of international relations has caused such a despicable situation. Trillions of dollars spent on war…even now it has pledged billions of dollars to the terrorist ridden country of Pakistan, while overlooking or marginalizing its own citizens that made/make this great country.

Portugal, Ireland, Italy, Spain, Greece are failed, failing or faltering economies. The politicians knew this all along and yet continued to pump hard earned money of their citizens into countries like Greece that swallowed up the Euro and waited for more hand outs, while at the same time threatening to default.

When were these people going to realize that there is no such thing as a free lunch?
Maybe it is time to dismantle the European Union as it is and create a new league of nations that has sustainable and strong economies as a counter balance to the Chinese dragon. Maybe it is time to strike down the PC brigade by tackling immigration with a scalpel, to slice away limpets that suck a nation’s economy and mangle its social structure.

The last few years have witnessed increased conflict and horrible massacres. Could it be that this is all a prelude to the First World War of this century and that the fuse has been lit by the latest financial disaster i.e. America?

Consider this: America entered World War II ONLY after it was attacked by the Japanese. It went to war against Al Qaeda ONLY after it was attacked by this organization (World Trade Towers). Now that it has lost face akin to an all out attack on its sovereignty it is possible that it will incite or help fuel disturbances close to the borders of China to send a message to its largest Creditor that it is down but not out.

He still tastes it after all these years trampling across life as a hobo believing that all good things remain forever. Her name is irrelevant. But she did make a great pineapple upside down cake.

The story goes that on a day when biorhythms seemed to be in tune with the self, he chanced upon a slice of cake lying unattended on a kitchen table like the forbidden apple tree in Eden. The path of least resistance led straight to the plate and then moments later the vision became a sweet memory, of course the after taste lingering like the tingling feeling of emptying one’s passion into another.

But the intruder paid the price of beginning to love the cook. Wet hands and oil stains mingling with the aroma of sweat and spices. Colours of turmeric and shades of saffron played across their bodies… two psychedelic concocters conducting… Read more

Recently I have noticed unseemly developments that appear to be ‘spoiling’ the fair name of this illustrious site.

It is a pity that people have succumbed to baser instincts and are destroying the essence of free speech and dialogue.

I value MyT very highly because of the informed bloggers, the eccentric bloggers and more importantly the verbal jousting that is so ‘very English” or ‘American” or, ok you know what I am trying to say.

I appeal to all those who hide in the bytes that traverse the blue yonder, please give us a break and let humanity speak.

This is a true-life encounter with a young lady in Ubud on January 13th, 2008, at 2230hrs. She spoke to me about the angels and devils in her life. Her name has been changed to protect her from the unknown. I have faithfully recorded what transpired between us.

Pic by Mark Ulyseas

The day started when I encountered an emaciated dog with broken back legs dragging itself along the road and wailing like a banshee. I ignored its calls for succour and instead drove past the dog on a beautiful sunny morning when the sky was blue and my heart felt at peace with the world. “It’s going to die anyway”, I said to myself, “so why bother”. Putting a stone to its head was an option that crossed my mind.

The day had just begun and I was unaware of what lay ahead – an encounter with the Unknown that prompted the question: What is the purpose of living, procreating and dying?

On the evening of the same day when I was sitting with a friend in his restaurant a distraught young lady with flaxen hair walked in and asked me if I was the husband of the woman dressed in white who had just left the restaurant. I replied in the negative and pointed to my friend and said that he was the person she may want to talk to, as he was the woman’s husband in question. Ignoring my friend, she looked at me with piercing blue eyes whilst taking out a newspaper cutting from her bag. She gently unfolded the paper and laid it on the table before me. It was the Ubud section of the Bali Times.

She asked, “Are you Mark Ulyseas and did you write this story about a bone healer?”

“Yes,” I replied, “And what’s your name?”

“Sarah” she replied and then she burst out crying uttering the words, “Thank god I’ve met you”. She requested me to meet her later that night at the same place, as she desperately needed to talk to me. I agreed. Around 2230 she returned.

We sat down at a table in a corner and for a moment the silence hung heavy. It was suddenly broken by a torrent of words, “I had an accident recently, I was thrown out of the car in Los Angeles. When I hit the ground I felt my soul leaving me. I should have died in the fall but miraculously I survived with minor injuries.” Then she raised her blouse and showed me fresh scars on her side and parts of her arms. “Since then my life has changed. I have angels who speak to me now, telling me where to go and who to meet for reasons I cannot fathom. Sometimes the devil provokes me to do things that I know are not good and I have to resist the temptations. I came to Bali because my angels told me to come here – that I would meet some people on this island who will show me the way. I don’t know what’s happening can you help me?”, she said.

“You have been through a cathartic experience – your accident. Do you understand the concept that the universe works on the principle of balance – between good and bad, negative positive, male female, you know like electricity – the plus and minus that generates energy? The Yin and Yang? You have lost your balance and need to regain it. I am no shaman or teacher I can only tell you what I know, all of which may not be true. Maybe you should share some past aspects of your life with me and hopefully we can together decipher your present delusions,” I said.

“I had a near death drowning experience when I was eleven. Later at the age of 17 I overdosed on some drugs and had two abortions. I was a hard drinker and couldn’t care less about my mind and body.’

“Are you still doing these things?”

“No, the angels have helped me. They have protected me from all these temptations. They keep instructing me to meet people at various places who would be carrying messages for me. What these messages are I don’t know. For instance, the other day I was in Benoa Harbour because the angels had instructed me to meet someone there. Who this person was I didn’t know. When I arrived at the location I didn’t see anyone. However in a shop nearby I came across The Bali Times. On the front page I noticed a picture of a frangipani – the favourite flower of my grandmother. I opened the paper and saw your article. Then I realised that I was being guided to you. You know how I found you? I had a dream, last night, in which I saw a car number plate 177 and the name of this restaurant and I was told I’d meet you here. When passing this place earlier in the evening I saw this lady in white coming out of this restaurant, the car with number plate 177 was parked outside and the name of the restaurant was the same as in my dream. I was shocked. I had to meet you. I felt there was something you had to give me. Do you know what it could be?” she said expectantly.

“The only advice I could possibly give you will be from my worldly experience. Have you been writing down your spiritual encounters?” I asked.

“Here are some books I have been reading – Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat Pray Love and another titled Angel numbers – and the notebook in which I am jotting down what the angels are saying to me. Read my notebook maybe it will give you some idea,” she said in a soft voice as she handed me the book.

I hesitantly took the notebook and glanced through it. Scribbled words… law, universe, love… in childish handwriting, sprang from the pages. I quickly handed it back to her and said, “You must understand that the world is within you. It resides in all of us. Many of us go searching for salvation, love and the meaning of life oblivious to the fact that it is within us. We sometimes lose ourselves in this violent world and sadly some of us take a lifetime to find ourselves again. Do you understand what I am saying?”

She looked at me as if staring into my mind and said, “I see you have many old souls within you. I see souls everywhere and they talk to me. I am frightened. I met this man at an Internet cafe the other day and the angels told me I should go with him to Vienna and India. Were you expecting me?”

“Sarah, you should not go anywhere with any man right now. You have abused your mind and body and now you are going to let others do it for you. Throw away those books that you are carrying and begin to trust in yourself once more. Leave Bali and go home, wherever that is, and take control of your life. You are fragile and your spirit needs to heal. Your world has opened up with the cathartic experience and your eyes and mind are acting like a giant magnifying glass that enables you get a crystal clear picture of life around. These effects have confused you and therefore you presume that you are lost when in fact it is the opposite. What you need to do now is to slow down. Take time out to re-evaluate your life. In my opinion you should go home to your family, friends and relatives who can help you. In your present state it’s not advisable for you to be travelling alone. There are many unscrupulous people who will take advantage of you” I replied.

She had a strange look on her face as if some one else had taken control of her body and then she said in a guttural tone, “I have to go. Goodnight”, and left abruptly. It was apparent that my advice had no effect on her or to whoever was within her.

I walked home apprehensive about the fate of Sarah. I questioned the meaning of angels and the concept of good and bad. Could it be that Sarah’s mind had encountered another level of consciousness, which she was mistaking for angels and deveils? Or, was she possessed with evil spirits bent on driving her insane? Who knows, maybe God has the answer.

Wherever you are now Sarah, may God be with you.

I am truly sorry I couldn’t be of help to you.
Om Shanti Shanti Shanti Om

A glass of Shiraz or Chardonnay is often the recourse for genteel folk to retreat into the Serengeti of imagination; flickering colors and shapes like images in a kaleidoscope being viewed by a Schizophrenic.

As the body and mind merges into one warm wholesome being, thoughts of unabashed emotions slowly creep up and empower the inducer to become fleet footed of mind and senses – words and actions become synonymous with the free flow of life – no barriers just the great wide yonder beckoning like a bitch in heat.

In the inebriated nuances of wine and poses, the murmuring releases the bonds of perceived sanity and all is let loose upon the senses.

Many have succumbed to the seductions of wine. It’s bouquet, its aroma and its taste…a concerto conniving insidiously with the prosaic and the exotic to ignite sensory perceptions on the untraveled path to a world of the uninitiated.

Ask a Christian, they will tell you what it means to drink the blood of Christ… for in the wine lies the Truth.

Like an emotion that gently blankets the soul and leaves the hapless stranded midst muddy days and lonely nights. The daylight hours distract. They take away attention from the obvious…that we will end up alone on our backs in the dark watching the fan blades dance lazily in the hot humid air to the buzzing sound of mosquitoes, someone snoring or croaking of frogs. But then does it really matter when thoughts are the subterfuge in the merry go round of existence?

sunset flipside pic by mark ulyseas

The doleful, melancholic and syrupy song of Nights in White Satin reflects the pack instinct that resides in each of us. Afraid to be alone. To curl up foetus like on a double bed distraught with “aloneness”. Why does this mean so much to so many of us. To feel a warm pulsating body…to cling to…to share…is it the ‘back to the womb syndrome’? Or is it merely a sense of wanting to belong… to be wanted…afraid of dying alone.

The string of everyday gymnastics seem to wind up that dynamo that spurs us on to believing that the next day would be better, more fruitful and maybe profitable. Usually it is just another day followed by just another night. The cycle continues. And madness takes hold and makes sense out of all this.

I believed that the world would change into a better place, a place where one could frolic in fantasy and nestle in the creases of karma, an accepted proven formula for all things bright and beautiful. Years on the belief has changed to one of exhausted illusions, with the word ‘love’ run threadbare.

New generations rise and fall like the tide of a river, while eddies are the brief moments of ecstasy set to befuddle even the most astute of us.

When the sun sets on yet another day to the raucous refrain of ducks wading through a rice field, I contemplate the meaning of living and end up coming to naught, which in essence is the Universe.

Everything exists in the zero.
Like echoes of sadness that always resonate in the dark.

And as these thoughts take flight into the land of Nod,
I patiently wait my turn to die.

Dr. Majidi: Quite a bit. For some time, we’ve had WMD coordinators in every one of our field offices. But we realize that for WMD prevention to be truly comprehensive, we need to think and act globally. So that’s why—in addition to our network of legal attaché offices and agents around the world—we’ve recently put our first WMD coordinators overseas, in our offices in Tbilsi and Singapore. We also have personnel assigned to Interpol to help it develop an international WMD training program like ours.

Q. What kind of work is done overseas?

Dr. Majidi: It runs the gamut. For instance, several years ago, after an interdiction of highly enriched uranium in Georgia in the former Soviet Union, our WMD experts performed a forensic analysis of the material and then testified in Georgian courts. And when the Russian defector in London was poisoned with a radioactive isotope in 2006, our WMD personnel shadowed London Metropolitan Police during the ensuing investigation to develop lessons learned to help us prepare for such a scenario here. Through it all, we’ve built some strong relationships with our global partners.

Q. What are the WMD Directorate’s plans for the next five years?

Dr. Majidi: The basic knowledge and material that go into making weapons of mass destruction is becoming more readily available to anyone, anywhere in the world as the Information Age matures. That’s why we’ll continue to be all about partnerships—locally, nationally, and internationally. We’ll also focus even more on threats on the horizon. For example, we’ll look at emerging developments like synthetic biology from a preventative point of view. By collaborating with the synthetic biology community, we can articulate our safety and security concerns as they relate to weapons of mass destruction. We’ll also be improving our threat analysis capabilities to better spot potential WMD opportunities, potential WMD vulnerabilities, and gaps in our intelligence collection.

Q. What can the average citizen do to assist law enforcement with the WMD threat?

Dr. Majidi: Keep in mind that to develop weapons of mass destruction, you only need two things: the material and the know-how. So please, if you see anything suspicious or in a place where it doesn’t belong, report it to local law enforcement or your closest FBI Joint Terrorism Task Force. It could be just the tip we need to stop something serious.
Resources:
- Part 1 of the interview
- More on FBI WMD efforts